Of course, Mindy didn't hate the current V. Instead, she found it quite interesting.
For a little girl, fickle things weren't annoying — except for boyfriends.
The key word was: handsome!
As long as he became more handsome, it wouldn't be a problem.
It just so happened that V had two revolvers, which were both accurate and handsome! She just wanted to say something to him.
Luke chuckled and didn't say anything after reloading.
He had only used two revolvers, but he had already killed more than twenty criminals. If it had been any other gun, there wouldn't have been any survivors here. She wouldn't have been able to do anything.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be good for you to realize that you're just a bystander? Sigh, you're still too young. You need to study more. He made a decision in his heart.
Mindy still didn't know that her complaint had raised a big problem. She had already charged out of the stairwell and was attacking the remaining five criminals on the 28th floor.
Relying on her new armor, she jumped between the corners of the buildings and the furniture as she fired a barrage of bullets.
Compared with Luke's accomplices, these five criminals were much more unlucky. They had been riddled with holes by Mindy's storm of bullets. The luckiest had been shot twice, and the worst had been shot five times. Blood spurted everywhere as he died.
Luke didn't intervene in the battle. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the corner of the stairs as if he had nothing to do with it, as if he were an onlooker watching a good show.
Suddenly, there were footsteps on the stairs above his head.
"Hurry up and go down. The enemy is on the 28th floor."
"Where's the explosion-proof shield? Those with the explosion-proof shield go down first. Those behind, follow up … "
Leaning against the wall, Luke raised an eyebrow. How professional! The explosion-proof shield opened the way, and the others followed. This was a typical indoor assault tactic.
If Damon and Mindy were here, they might really have been able to charge down.
But now …
Luke lazily bent his right hand. He didn't even raise the Colt Python completely, and simply pointed it at the corner of the stairs from the space under his left armpit.
Bang! Bang!
One of the explosive-proof shields that had just popped up was hit, and the second bullet hit the sole of the shield-wielding bandit's foot, blowing off a small part of his right foot.
The shield-wielding bandit screamed and rolled down the stairs with the shield in his hand.
Luke, however, ignored him.
The criminal needed to hold the shield with both hands and wasn't holding a gun. Besides, the guy was rolling down and he was lucky he didn't fall to his death.
Before the person who had been pressing down on the shoulder of the shield-wielding bandit knew what was going on, his left hand was suddenly empty, but his body still fell forward.
Just like that, a series of gangsters popped up from around the corner of the stairs without any cover.
Bang bang bang bang!
The four criminals who were too fast were shot in the chest and abdomen one by one. They hit the wall and rolled down the stairs without a sound.
Only then did Luke reload the Colt Python unhurriedly.
On the stairs, the criminals who had stopped in time were sweating profusely.
The fat black man, who was still on the 29th floor, had no idea what was happening. He yelled, "Why did you stop? Charge! Charge down! "
The few bandits in the lead were madly affectionate with the fat black leader's mother as they shouted, "Leroy, Dahm was killed by them. Tommy and the others were killed without any cover."
Leroy was stunned. "Dead? How did they die? "
Dahm was the shield-wielding bandit in the lead. Logically speaking, he was the most heavily protected by the explosion-proof shield. An ordinary rifle wouldn't be able to penetrate the shield, and it would be very difficult for him to die in one shot.
In fact, Dahm wasn't dead. He had only been knocked unconscious when he rolled down.
But the bandits naturally had to say that he was dead, or they would be forced to charge down by Leroy.
One of the bandits shouted as he retreated, "There's a really good guy down there. He's too ruthless. He killed five people in front of him in one go. Dahm wasn't even able to block it with his shield. He died in two shots."
Leroy didn't believe it at all. In the end, the other bandits all nodded. "It's true. There's a sharpshooter down there …"
"Tommy and the others aren't moving anymore. I saw them bleeding a lot …"
"There's a big hole in their chests. They won't survive …"
The bandits spoke at an astonishing speed, as if they were on a group talk show.
Luke listened with great interest. Watching Mindy clean up the remaining bandits on the 28th floor, he assessed this violent little girl's strength.
So far, Mindy's physical fitness was far better than her peers', and that was only one of the reasons.
What she was truly good at was her reflexes, which she had inherited from her father, Damon.
There were several times when she changed her movements at the same time that the bandits reacted and killed them with one shot.
This was similar to Luke's close-range gunfighting and Quick Reflex.
However, Mindy's movements were only based on her talent and some professional training. She hadn't really organized a systematic gunfighting technique.
Perhaps he could teach her some gunfighting techniques?
This violent little girl was worth grooming, and her father, Damon, had already taught her the wrong way.
She couldn't return to the life of an ordinary girl.
Luke groomed her for a few years in advance, and when she became an adult, it wouldn't be considered child labor. She wouldn't be as crazy as her father, right?
He hadn't expected Mindy to help him now, but Mindy, who was twelve now, would be a good helper in four or five years.
It would be perfect if she could be his teammate. As he thought that, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked at the criminals who were separated from him by the ceiling.
Bombarded by his subordinates' words, Leroy decisively backed down.
The person downstairs had killed five of his subordinates in less than two seconds, even with the help of an explosive-proof shield.
Leroy didn't have the guts to fight such a person one-on-one.
Thus, he made a simple decision. "Where's the grenade? I remember that you like to carry a grenade with you."
Without hesitation, a skinny young man took out a grenade and handed it over. "Here it is."
His accomplices around him uttered the word 'F' or'S 'in unison and subconsciously retreated to the side.
Someone even cursed angrily, "You b * stard, didn't I tell you not to carry that with you? This is New York, not Juarez. "
Leroy also backed away and pointed at the stairs. "Don't give it to me. Just throw it down. It's best if that guy dies. If he doesn't, you can charge down and kill him together. "
His subordinates all glared at him. It's not your life. Don't you feel bad?
Looking at everyone's expressions, Leroy said with difficulty, "I'll go with you."
His subordinates despised him inwardly. Easy for you to say! It's not like you're taking the lead.
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